The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 27, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 3 November 1910 — Page 6

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Burial Place of Gen, Grant

1 Mayor William R. Grace's Story of the Way in Which New York City Was Selected. For a number of years after the decision was' reached that the permanent burial place of Gen. U. S. Grant and Mrs. Grant should be Riverside Drive, New York city, subscriptions to the projected monument to be erected over the sarcophagi lagged. Then Gen. Horace Porter organized a committee which speedily secured the fund needed. It was about the time of th* dedication of the monument that William R. Grace, twice mayor of New York city, narrated to me this hitherto unpublished story of the manner In which New York was selected as the burial place of the great commander. “I was serving my second term as mayor of New York,” said Mr. Grace, “at the time General Grant was smitten with his mortal illness. I kept myself constantly informed as to his condition. At one time, ! remember, word was brought to me that the chances were strongly in favpr of his recovery. But within twenty-four hours thereafter I received authoritative information that the disease was mortal and that, in all probability, General Grant could not last the summer out. “Now, I knew from many chats I had had with Grant after he became a resident of New York that he was very fond of the city. Its activities appealed to him greatly and as he walked about the streets he was fond of carefully looking at the improvements being made and pronounced judgment as to the future course of business in this, that or the other street. He was, in fact, one of the first to suggest that Fifth avenue and Thirty-fourth street would be an ideal location for a big hotel. Today one of the world’s most famous hotels is located there. “I also knew, when I learned definitely that Grant was in his last ill- • ness, that efforts would undoubtedly be made to persuade his family that his burial place should be either in the national cemetery at Arlington, or at West Point, Galena, or Chicago. But I said to myself that Grant’s - burial place should be New York, the city which he had selected as the one in which to spend his closing years and which, I knew beyond peradventure of a doubt, he loved. I made up my mind that I would do all that I could to have New York named as his burial place. “Therefore, while Grant yet lived, I organized privately and quietly a competent body of men to work in behalf

* Randall’s Moment of Suspense

a How He Barely Averted a Fierce Personal encounter Between Sparks of Missouri and Genera! Weaver. In December of 1881, a short time after General J. Warren Keifer of Ohio had succeeded the late Samuel J. Randall as speaker of the house of representatives, I spent an evening with the great Democrat of western Pennsylvania at his home a few blocks distant from the national capitol. Mr. Randall lived in a little two and one-half story brick house, in a quiet and somewhat obscure corner of IWashington, and it represented practically his entire savings while a member of congress, of which he was speaker from 1876 until a change of party elevated Mr. Keifer in his Stead. i •* ' I was received by Mr. Randall in his study, a little rear room on the second floor. It was one mass of documents, books, reports and ‘the various printed paraphernalia of legislation. The conversation led up to Mr. Randall’s great work In 1874, when, by leading a filibuster of fortyeight hours’ duration, he defeated the obnoxious “Force bin" of that year. I remarked that he must have been under a great strain while leading the filibuster, which today stands as one of the greatest triumphs of filibustering our house of congress has ever Known. “Well,” was the reply, “it Is true that during the forty-eight hours preceding the final adjournment of congress I was present in my seat practically every moment of that time, in order to see that by legislative strategy the vote on the bill was delayed until it was time for congress to adjourn. It was a task that involved I constant watchfulness and so it occa stoned great physical strain. Yet from Its effects I recovered completely after a good night’s sleep, while from the effects of a moment’s mental strain I underwent while I was speaker I did not fully recover until more than a day later. "On the whole,” continued Mr. Randall after a moment’s pause, "I think that was the most trying and exhausting experience in my entire career as speaker. It occurred during the closing weeks of the session of 1881. The house was In committee of the whole, with Mr. Covert, who represented tl Eastern Long Island district, in t rhair When the bouse is In co

of New York city after the general was dead; I was of the opinion—subsequently sustained—that no systematic attempt’ would be made to secure the burial elsewhere until some time after the general had died. It was not an easy matter to organize my committee; still I accomplished the task in time, and because I did not feel justified in calling upon anybody—let alone the city—to stand any of the expenses incidental to creating the organization, I them gladly out of my own pocket “The result of this secret preparatory work was that Immediately after the death of General Grant we had a thoroughly well organized body of men ready to take the necessary public steps without a moment’s delay to secure his burial in the city. On the advice of this secret body, I called a public meeting for the expressed purpose i of organizing a permanent public committee to work for the burial of General Grant in New York city. This permanent Grant monument commission was the first organization of its kind in the field and through its work convinced the American people, generally, I am sure, that New York was the proper burial city for the great general. Ab any rate, I finally had the satisfaction of knowing that New York had been definitely and irrevocably selected, and I was happy. "And do you know," Mr. Grace con-

Why He Went to Congress i

■ —Y “Little Giant” Became Representative for Purpose of Having Remitted an Old Fine Imposed on General Jackson. In 1838, when he was 25 years of age, Stephen A. Douglas ran unsuccessfully for congress. Three years (later he took a seat on the bench of the supreme court ot the state of Illinois. Yet another two years and he had resigned his judgeship to go to Washington as a member of the house of representatives. Connected with his second race foi congressional honors is the anecdote I am about to telL After he had become a supreme court judge, the “Little Giant’s” friends were of the opinion that he had given up all of his youthful desire to sit in the lower house of the federal legislature, and they stood ready to do all they could to keep him on the supreme court bench indefinitely.

I ; 1 — mittee of the whole, you know, the speaker has some opportunity for relaxation. He goes upon the floor and meets and chats with his friends; it isi something like a recess for him. I was thus chatting with a group of friends in the rear of the house when of a sudden I seemed to realize intuitively that a change had taken place in the atmosphere of the house and a desperate situation had arisen. I glanced down towards the speaker’s desk, and though no one had yet tar ken a belligerent attitude, I felt that there was grave danger of a personal encounter between two members. "How I reached the speaker’s desk I don’t know. Nor have I any recollection of pushing Mr. Covert to one side and seizing the gavel. But I do recall most vividly that as I began to pound with all my might with the gavel, I beheld directly before me the most portentous scene that I ever saw in the house. In front of the clerk’s desk stood Mr. Sparks, representing a Missouri district, with an uplifted chair as a weapon, and directly across the aisle from him, and awaiting the attack in a spirit of defiance, was General James B. Weaver, the Greenback party’s presidential candidate of the year before. And it seemed to me that J had never seen such malignant passion upon men’s faces. It was the very spirit that leads to murder—and at once the awful thought shot into my mind: ‘The eternal disgrace of a murder taking place on the floor of the house of representatives!’ "It was a thought—a situation—that made me desperate. I pounded uur a madman with my gavel. I summoned the sergeant-at-arms to get the mace. I put all the energy, both mental and physical, that I possessed in the effort to secure a temporary ! hesitation on the part of either man to advance to the attack. And, thank God there was a momentary hesitation— just sufficient to enable several members to recover their startled senses and rush between the angry adversaries. » * ««An soon as I saw others rush between the two men I knew that danger of a personal encounter was over an d the next instant I sank back into my chair completely exhausted. So great had been the strain, brief though it was, that I felt as though I would collapse; still, J presume the house did not observe my true condition owing to the excitement’’ Copyright 1910, by E. J. Edwards. AH Right* Reserved.)

. tinued after a thoughtful pause, "1 have always believed that the presence of a colored man on the perma nent commission as its secretary did 1 a great deal to convince the country ■ at large of the sincerity and earnest ’ ness of the desire of the people oi 1 New York, regardless of race or class, that General Grant should be burled ■ here. That colored man was Professor 1 Greener. He was a graduate of Harvard and a brilliant scholar of his day. I had known him for some years, and when I began casting about for just the right man to be secretary of the permanent commission, 1 chanced to think of Greener. I had every confidence in his ability to fill creditably the executive office of the commission, and then there was the other thought, that the presence of a colpred man on the commission would go a long way to showing the nation 1 that all manner of New Yorkers were working together to have their city ■ named as Grant’s permanent burial place. So, at my request, Greener was appointed secretary and I have every reason to believe that the effect of his appointment on the mind of the public was just what I thought it would be. In short, I am convinced that simply by being first in the field with a perfect working organization having a negro executive officer, New York gained for all time the proud distinction over all competitors of being the burial city of Gen. Ulysses S. Grant” (Copyright 1910. by E. J. Edwards. AH Rights Reserved.)

But he had been interpreting the laws less than two years when he made known to his friends that he desired greatly to be nominated again for congress. Some of his friends remonstrated; why, they asked, did he want to give up a high judgeship for a position in congress and thus remove himself from Illinois as an important public figure? This was Mr. Douglas* reply, substantially: , “Since I have been on the bench I have met a southern Democrat who was not only a political follower but is also a strong personal friend of Andrew Jackson. He has told me many Interesting things about Jackson, and from him I first learned of the fine , that was imposed upon General Jackson at New Orleans when he put that city under martial law in 1814, preparatory to preparing it against attack by the British in the War .of 1812. , At that time General Jackson caused the arrest of a Judge Hall and for this act was fined SI,OOO for contempt. Then he went in and won the Battle of New Orleans, but to this day the fine stands against him. Gentlemen, I i have thought much about this incident —about the inconceivable wrong that W4s done General Jackson at . that time, and I want to go to congress to right it I want to do all I can to see to it that this old fine is remitted with compound interest. I therefore very much want you to ‘support me for a congressional nomination.” Nominated and elected to congress in due course, one of the first official acts of Representative Stephen A. Douglas was to introduce a resolution authorizing the return, with compound interest, of the fine of 30 years before to the victor of New Orleans. Early and late, in and out of session, and with all the earnestness of his being, Mr. Douglas, then thirty years of age, advocated the passage of the resolution, and with much less difficulty than he had anticipated, he finally had the satisfaction of knowing that the fine, with interest, would be returned to “Old Hickory,” then with less than two years of fife before him It was in 1856, when he was on a lecture tour in Illinois, that the late Parke Godwin, author, editor and son-in-law of William Cullen Bryant, was told this anecdote by several of the “Little Giant’s” close friends ip Springfield. Four years later, when ; Douglas was making his campaign for president, Mr. Godwin met him for the ' first time and related this anecdote ast ' he had heard it ' "Why,” exclaimed Douglas, in apparent surprise, “where did yon hear ' that story? Yes, it is true, every ; word of it,” he added a few moments later, “and if I had not heard incidentally of the grave Injustice done General Jackson I might not have been stirred up sufficiently to run for congress again. But however that may have been, one of the most satisfying recollections of my public life is that I was able to right this great injustice inflicted upon General Jackson thirty years before. And I have no correspondence that I have treasured up more carefully than the per1 sonal note which I received from General Jackson acknowledging his appreciation of the service I was able to do him in his old age.” (Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) Had Learned. “Why don’t you get a motor?” > "I. don’t know whether I could man- • age one or not” , “That’s not much of an argument You took the same chafice, didn’t you, when you acquired a wife.” . “Yes; that’s' what makes me so jolly careful!” ■ 1

CAP and BELLS — frVHAT MISS GOLDBAGS MISSED One of Most Eloquent and Carefully Rehearsed Proposals is Wasted— Wooer Dumfounded. “Miss Goldbags—Caroline,” began the suitor in nicely modulated tones, as he extended his right hand and hitched up his left trouser leg, preparatory to assuming the attitude prescribed by the best authorities as most suitable for such occasions, "as I humbly approach the shrine of your dazzling loveliness, like a poor moth beating his quivering wings against the ineffable brightness of ” "Excuse me. Captain Cashless,” gently interrupted the beautiful maiden, “but perhaps I ought to tell you that I acepted my cousin Fred last night” For-a moment the ardent wooer was dumfounded, then he turned bitterly away. “Then all I can say,” he remarked, “Is this—you’ve missed one of the most eloquent and carefully rehearsed proposals you ever listened to!" The Real Loss. Head Cashier (of the Dazzle Deep Mining Estate) —The offices were broken into this morning! Chairman (D. D. S.) —What did the burglars do? Cashier—They carried off £2,000 belonging to the stockholders ” Chairman —He! Ha! What clever scoundrels these burglars are! Cashier—And your gold-mounted umbrella. Chairman —Oh, the villains! Send round, to Scotland Yard at once.—M. A. P. Inconsistent. Mrs. Maxwell (In a huff, throwing down city directory)—That book does get things so very incorrectly! Mr. Maxwell —What were you looking for, dear? Mrs. Maxwell—Why, I wanted to learn what business Mr. Raynor is In and that absurd book says he’s a traveling salesman. THE DOCTOR’S IDEA. Fair Patient —Doctor, what can I do to make the freckles on my face less conspicuous ? / Doctor Doem Gude —Get some more freckles. i The Pose. Photographer (who, for the first plate, has tsKen a great deal of trouble to get Jnls sitter to relax the unnaturally jKern expression which men assume uader the ordeal, and now prepares forla second exposure)—l shall leave th> expression to you this time, sir.— PuKch. /m Impossible Situation. Mrs. turnback (who is visiting her old town!—Mr. Tittsworth? Oh, yes, [ rememler him well; he used to be so devojed to his wife. Does he love her stll ? McCai ler (a permanent dweller) —I don’t th ok he ever gets a chance. ) Even In Her Sleep. * The litjtle alarm clock on the bureau had been set for too early an hour, and wheA It went off It failed to awaken the telephone girl. Tm sonry I rang your bell by mistake," she murmured. Then alllwas still again. Taking Chances. “He says she is the light of his life." “Yes, but he doesn’t believe it” “How do you know?” “If he believed it he wouldn’t hug her while he is wearing a celluloid collar.” ’ k The Kind of Danger. “Mrs. Waggle lip a dangerous woman. She Is always running down somebody.” \ “With her tongu* or her new auto?” • . V

WHAT WE MAY SOON EXPECT Automatic Iceman Squeezed Modern Cook So Hard He Broke All of Her Steel Springs. It was in 1920. “Oh, pa,” exclaimed the little lad, breathless with excitement, “guesq what has happened?” “What, my son?” asked pa, as hq read a wireless from Europe. “Why, you know our automatic cook —the one you bought in the hardware store?” “Think I should know her. I was just about to call and tell her to prepare my condensed eggs and coffeq capsules.” "Well, you needn’t. She’s gone.” “Gone? Left without notice?” “Worse than that, pa. The auto matic iceman came in and hugged hei so tightly he broke all the steel springs she was composed of and she fell to pieces. Ma raked her up and is ‘going to sell her to the junk man.” Pining for the good old days of human cooks, the business man of 1920 left for his office. POOR KIDNAPPERS. Mr. Green —I hear that your young ster was kidnapped. Mr. Wise —Yes. The kidnappers oi sered us SI,OOO to take him back, bu we are holding off for more. In Memory of Olden Days. “Mister,” said Ruffon Wratz, pulling out the tremolo stop in his voice, “hadn’t ye got a dime to give a pore feller wot’s down on his luck? You might not think it, friend, but I used to be the heavy villain in a thatrical comp’ny, an’—■” "Well, you’re going to be one of the walking gentlemen right now, you greasy old bum,” said Fellaire —formerly Rusty Rufus —turning him around, planting a properly aimed kick, and tossing a silver dollar after him. Inevitable. "What a smell of smoke is about! Do you allow your husband to smoke in the parlor?” “He doesn’t as a rule, but this morning—” “You are very wrong to allow any exceptions whatever, my dear woman. You ought not to allow him to smoke under any possible circumstnces, even once. , “But, my dear woman, this morning he simply had to smoke. His coat was on fire.” He Drew the Line. The Pastor’s Wise —I called on Mrs. Harlem this afternoon and found her so beautifully optimistic. One expression she used has haunted me ever since. The Pastor —What was it, dear? The Pastor’s Wife—“ There’s music in everything.” The Pastor —Huh! I guess she has never listened to our new choir. ' In • Hurry. "Will you marry me?” “Can you support me?” “I am confident that I am on the road to riches.” "I think I will marry Old Pursy who has arrived. The road to riches may be good enough, but I feel that I will reach them quicker if I take thw bridal path.” His Status. Woman of the House (eyeing him with suspicion)—You’re a “banoonist in hard luck,” are you? You may be one, but you don’t look it You look more like a loafer and a vagabond. Wareham Long—Yes, ma’am; I s’pose’Tm one o’ these aerial bums you’ve been readin’ about. A Clue. “I hung your winter overcoat out on the line this morning and it is gone.” “Well, some hobo will have a nice overcoat" don’t know about that the breath of Casey’s goat smells of moth balls.” The Reason of IL “The man you saw me speak to jus* now Is always down in the depths.” “Melancholy temperament hey?" “Not that I know of. He works in the mines.” The Reason. “That man gives everybody fits.” "Is he so cross?" "No; he’s a tailor.”

DICKENS “RUMMAGED” HERE A Disappearing Relic of London Fro quented by the Writer and Gladstone. London.—For nearly one hundred md’fifty years 278 Westminster Bridge road, this city, has been a curiosity ihop frequented by famous antiquarians. Memories of Dickens and Gladstone cling around this old place. It is, however, one of the old shops which are being demolished to make room for the new county hall. The last I , J T l ~r 1 » I ft? ‘ ! ~ r sE | i yiliiji Dickens and Gladstone “Loafed" Here. ot a long line of tenants, Mr. George Heweg put up the shutters the other day for the last time. “My father,” he told me, “often used to recall the times when Charles Dickens would come and chat for hours about old habits and customs. Late is the afternoon just before the lamps were lighted he would be rummaging round among the curios. He used to de light in the oddest curios; I mean he was interested in curios that weren’t odd—to anyone else. “And Gladstone! He, too, was a good customer. He nearly always bought books. Latterly his eyes got bad and he used to fondle the books more thar read them. There was among oui stock a copy of his Homeric studies It seemed to please him to find it un sold. He always looked for it “No, I’m not going to open up an other shop, now that this is going My father and grandfather were boti in the shop before me. I’m not young myself and a new location would b« too much like making another start in life.” THE NAVY’S OLDEST VETERAN Capt. "Bill" Maccabee, an Aged Tar Who Recently Celebrated His 107th Birthday. Philadelphia, Pa. —With smoke curling from the bowl of a new pipe, “Bill” Maccabee, the oldest veteran of the United States navy, sat among a group of white-haired messmates at the Naval home on Gray’s Ferry road, recently, and quietly celebrated his 107th birthday. “Longevity is a strange thing," remarked the old sailor. “I believe there is no receipt for it I have lived beyond a century, and yet I have alres' CapL “Bill” Maccabee. ways been tond of tobacco and an occasional glass .all my life. If anyone should ask me how to live beyond the allotted three-score years and ten, t would say look on the bright side of life and laugh at every opportunity. The man who is a pessimist is bound to grow old before his time. “You young fellows,” remarked Mac cabee, jocularly, to the olfi men about him, “ought to be as spry as I am. It will’be many a day before taps will sound for me.” Bill’s birthday celebration ended with the dinner to his messmates, many of whom are former shipmates. The large table in the mess hall was crowded about with white-haired and bearded men whose work behind the guns in many instances helped to save the nation.

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It will never rain roses. If we want more roses we must plant more trees. —George Eliot. Mrs. Austins Famous Pancake Flour. Delicious fight cakes, all grocers. We surely owe to men the same duty as we owe to pictures—to try and see them in the best- llghL—> Emerson. Important to Mother* Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for Infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of ( In Use For Over 80 * Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought Fable of Pan of Biscuits. A Vassar girl married a Kansas farmer. Two weeks later a cyclone made the happy pair a friendly call. It cavorted around the premises, ripping up the fences, scattering the haystacks and playing horse with the barn, but when it looked through the open window it drew back in alarm. There lay the bride’s first pan of biscuits. “I ain’t feelln’ very strong thia morning,” murmured the cyclone. And with another glance at the terrible pan it blew itself away. SUPPLY ALWAYS KEPT UP. — —. SA ! fe , „ - . If babies come down from heaven, mamma. There’s one thing that’s sure, I declare— There’s so many babies that ocme down each day. There can’t be race suicide there. So They Say. Strange: l —l say, my lad, what la considered a good score on ; links? ( Caddie —Well, sir, most of the gents here tries to do it in as few strokes as they can. but it generally takes a few more.—Scottish American. No Hurry. “What are you in such a rush about?" “Promised to meet my wife at three o’clock down at the corner.” “Well, there’s no hurry. It isn’t four o’clock yet" Old Oaken Bucket Doctor (to typhoid patient)—Do you remember where you drank water? Patient (an actor)—Oh, yes llt was back on the dear old farm —twenty years ago!—Puck, t

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